UL! Give Them Hell!

by CajunKate

So it has been quite the busy weekend for the Mottrams. I gotta blog about Homecoming 2008 and ELiza Camille's baptism, but I am entirely too tired for that right now, so I leave you with a video posted on YouTube for the UL song by D.J. Sal that I posted the other day. This is my way of saying: Yeah! The Cajuns beat some FIU a** (49-20), and my boy Fenroy set TWO records! And Troy State lost, so the Cajuns are now the lone #1 team in the SunBelt! Not that I'm excited or anything.

Cajun Football 2008: Can You Say Comeback Win?

by CajunKate

So I know, I know. I've totally been M.I.A. on the blog recently. Busy bee over here what with that school thing and all. But I crawled out from under my rock to attend the UL tailgating and festivities yesterday.

The weather yesterday was beyond perfect for football. I remember that clear into the end of October last year I was either sweating bullets or drenched in rain at the Cajun football games, so a day with clear blue skies and temps in the mid-70's was a true miracle. And, man, were people pumped up to see the Cajuns play! I went to the tailgating site around 10:30 AM to drop off some stuff, and there were already a TON of people out partying and cooking (and MY GOD did it smell good!) Keep in mind kickoff was not until 6:00 PM!

After dropping off the stuff, I went to work out. This was pretty much exercise in futility as I pretty much knew whatever calories I burned off would be consumed in triplicate later at tailgating. Which is exactly what happened. Damn you, Krewe de Chew, and your awesome grub!

Alex has a really bad cold right now, and he needed to stay home and rest so I was riding solo through the festivities. Ain't no shame in a woman dragging an ice chest laden with cold beer half-a-mile to the KdC site. That's my motto! Here are some shots of what greeted me at the tailgating:

Yeah, that's a s**tload of people!

Tons more peeps at the KdC tents


I have no idea what the heck inspired Brenda to bring a rubber chicken to the game, but I put nothing past any KdC member ever. Rubber chickens now seem most tame after some of the things I've seen.


Randy...He...Maybe...I really have no words.


Grand Chew doin' what he does best- CHILLIN', yo!


See that fancy game program Kenny is reading? Yeah, well the Krewe de Chew had a full page feature (p.85) and I had a recipe featured (p.86) as did C. Roy. I have no doubts my fame will spread hence forth. Reality TV here I come!

Molly brought the boys to the game. Ted was busy at a volleyball tournament, so babysitter Claire was brought along to help kid wrangle. (Have I mentioned I love Claire? She's the sweetest and bestest. I wish I did have kids just so Claire could babysit them. That's how awesome she is!) The boys had a great time playing football and watching the band do their thang outside the stadium. Max, especially, loves all that stuff.

This is Dad and Max with the new prez of UL, Dr. Joe Savoie. Obviously, our rep has spread far and wide.

The boys playing some football

Mary Grace and John Thomas gettin' their grub on!

Ragin Cajun pride- Daigle style, baby!

Gabe and Max check out the band before the game


Johnny T, less than impressed with the band

Inside the game, I walked down to the field so I could get some pics of the pre-game festivities and the team entrance.

Pride of Acadian pre-game show

Team captains

Cajuns take the field!

After the Ragin Cajun rabid fan version stalkerazzi, I lugged my fat a** up to the second level to sit with Molly, Claire, and the tribe. John Thomas spent most of the time using my camera or asking me when he could use my camera again. For example he took this lovely pic of me:

My look of disbelief has to do with a tale of hair terror being told to me by Molly involving stylist error and her attempts at correcting that error ON HER OWN with L'Oreal products. Now, if it were me, my hair wold be green or I'd be bald. But Molly, being Superwoman and all, looked beautiful and I told her how nice her hair looked.Life is not fair, people!


In between taking pics, JT ate peanuts...


...as did Gabe

...and Mary Grace.

Sam spent the majority of time looking for his nemesis:

CAYENNE, THE PEPPER! Sam hates this thing! There's nothing more amusing when bored at a Cajuns game where Sam is in attendance than to start the "I think I saw Cayenne the Pepper on his way over here!" Cruel, but oh so funny.

As for the game itself, what a freakin' nail biter! With the starting QB (Mike "Dez" Desormeaux) out, we struggled on offense, and when the backup QB (Brad McGuire) threw a pick 6 with about 7 minutes left to put the Cajuns down by 9, I have to admit that I was not feeling optimistic. But danged if this Cajun team really is in it to win it this year! They did not give up! They marched right down the field, scored a TD, held on defense, scored another TD, and held off the last second Hail Mary pass by Arkie State.

Final score!

Cajuns and students celebrate!

Whew! It was awesome to finally be the team that was on the good end of a comeback. AND, the Cajuns are now undefeated in conference- AWESOME! Have a winning record- AWESOME! And Tyrell Fenroy is only 30 yards short of becoming only the 7th NCAA player ever to have 4 straight 1,000 yard seasons- AWESOME!

Now the Cajuns have an open week to rest up and get Dez healthy in time for Homecoming on November 8. Geaux Cajuns!

Cajun Football 2008: Let's Get This Party Started!

by CajunKate

So I waited until today to put up my Cajun home opener post because I thought it was a perfectly fitting way to celebrate the Prudhomme City Chronicle's one year anniversary...blogaversary... whatever. The very first post ever was about Ragin Cajun football. What better way to celebrate than with a Ragin Cajun football post? Well, I'll tell you. With a Ragin Cajun football post that actually involves them winning a game! Here we go:

The Cajuns finally had their first home game Saturday night which means the Krewe de Chew was kicking off the tailgating season, of course. The Cajuns were 0-2 heading into the game against the Kent State Golden Flashes, but we were all pretty optimistic since the Cajuns had given #22 Illinois a run for their money the weekend previous. Also, I knew there would be lots and lots of alcohol and food. That always eases my pain.

Alex and I ended up having to park on the other side of the universe and humping it with two folding chairs and the rolling cooler all the way to the Krewe site. As we neared the tent, we ran into BDaigle's best friend, Elliot, who is the proud papa of the most deliciously cute nine-month-old identical twins. I dare you to look at those two cutie patooties and not want to inhale them!

Elliot with his boys

Jack on the left and Noah on the right

Obviously, Jack was supposed to be MY baby. I mean, look how excited that baby is at the sight of cold beer! I think the stork took a wrong turn.

I also ran around taking other pictures.

Zandy gettin' his grub on

The Grand Chew just chillin'

Kent State athletic directors and Dad

Love it! Want it!

James, sporting a blond wig and resultant mullet

Ben doin' the Roosta Dance with hat, Delcambre Reeboks, and bag of chicken feed. He really took it to a new level this year. Don't know what the Roosta Dance is? Watch the video below:

I guess I was so distracted by drinking, eating, and taking photos that I failed to notice the skies growing darker and darker. I should have known it was bound to rain. The fact that the Cajuns were playing a home football game should have been a major tip off. Once the skies opened up, we were stuck under the tents for a good forty-five minutes, trapped by pouring rain, lightning, and thunder. But we all found ways to cope. I, for example, drank a lot of beer. Others had their own ways of dealing with the inclement weather.

Some went about their business- weather be damned!

Some, like Jim, used it as a chance to check out the fancy new game programs

Some just embraced the downpour and frolicked

Some had the foresight to realize it would rain and brought along the slip and slide!

Toward the end of the rain storm, Mr. Randy asked for a volunteer to stay out at the tents with all the stuff so we wouldn't have to pack it all up before going into the game. I knew I didn't feel like sitting in the game if it was going to be raining, so I convinced Alex that it was our good deed of the week to sit at the tent and play rent-a-cop. The rain had slackened off so before going "on duty" , I dragged Alex around the tailgating area to see who and what had survived.

Perfect mix of patriotism and Cajuns pride

We ran across the Animal House Kappa Alpha tent where the members had decided to set up...

this handy dandy tailgating pool!

The weather just before game time was still icky.

But it wasn't stopping the Cajun faithful from lining up to get in.

Shortly after everyone else had left for the game, a big guy and four pretty young girls (all of them decked out in Cajuns gear) rolled up to the Krewe's site in a golf cart. I had no idea who the guys was and, in an embarrassing mix of my R.S.S.D. (Retard in Socila Situations Disease), overzealous security guard mentality, and complete lack of observational powers, when he walked up to me, I was all up in his grill. Our conversation went like this:

Him: Hi! I was told my girls could come by and get something to eat.

Me: Who told you that?

Him: Uh...(snapping fingers)..Mister..uh...I can't remember his name. An older gentleman.

Me: (glaring suspiciously)

Him: I promise I'm telling the truth. Well, I'm Scot Weiland the women's soccer coach, and...

Me: (suddenly engaging my few remaining brain cells) OH MY GOD! I am sooooooooooooo sorry! Of course, of course, you are! And of course, of course, the girls can eat anything...everything! I am sooooooooooooo sorry!

Him: Oh, that's okay! Girls, why don't you all fix a plate?

Needless to say, I was falling all over myself offering the poor girls food and drinks. Did I mention these girls hustled their rear ends walking the tailgating area in the sun and then rain selling game programs? Coach Weiland left to gather more girls while I trailed behind him apologizing a few more times for being an *sshole. before the first round of girls left, I took their pic.

A few more rounds of girls came through, and Coach Weiland passed by to thank us again. Of course, Alex took the chance to point out things like, "Why did you think he was driving a golf cart? Didn't you notice they were all in Cajuns stuff? You know your Dad invites all the coaches and athletes by the tent to eat!" Yes, yes, Mr. SmartyPants, and where were you and your stunningly calm logic when I needed you?!?

The only problem with sitting out at the tent was that we had no radio, so I kept sneaking over to a nearby truck and eavesdropping. By the end of the first quarter, Alex and I were aware that the Cajuns were down 10-3. Matt and Patrice showed at the end of the first quarter to grab more liquor, and then a bit later Byron came by to do the same. They all ended up staying outside with us, drinking and whooping it up while periodically walking over to catch the score from the truck people's radio. At halftime the Cajuns were up, and early in the third quarter the truck people left, so Alex and I traversed the universe to get our car and pull it up to the Krewe site so we could listen to the game. In the car, on the way back to the site, Jason Chery ran 47 yards to score a touchdown, and I screamed so loudly Alex said I may have ruptured his eardrum. Whoopsie!

After that it was smooth sailing for the Cajuns, and the game was theirs! Final score was Cajuns 44 and Golden Fizzles 27! The rest of the Krewe returned to the site to find our little band of Cajun merry-makers drunk and happy, and then we all got the party started again.

It was a great start the tailgating season and a fantastic home opener for the Cajuns. Next week the Cajuns take on Kansas State Wildcats up in Manhattan, Kansas. Which begs the question- Where was O.J. hiding right before the famous white Bronco chase? On the Kansas State University campus. That's the last place you would find a football player. Har-de-har-har and geaux Cajuns beat the Wildcats!